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Chapter 13: Sidharth~

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Song by Arijit Singh and Jeet Ganguly

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"Sidharth!"

Meera’s POV

I called him. I have no idea why but I did. What am I supposed to say abh?? Ugh.

Sidharth turned around just as fast, as if he was waiting to say.

“Hm?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but I caught that slight crack in his voice.

He looked... tired. Or maybe just frustrated, and not just with me—maybe with himself too.

Sidharth’s POV

I heard her call out just as I was about to walk away.

Her voice stopped me in my tracks, and without thinking, I turned around—too fast, maybe, like I'd been waiting for her to say my name.

Pathetic.

"Hmm?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. But I knew there was a flicker of something—hope, desperation, or maybe just exhaustion—barely hidden in my eyes.

Hope for what exactly? I didn’t know. Nothing about this made sense.

I just knew that I didn’t want to leave things the way we had left them. Not with her. Not today.

She shifted on her feet, looking everywhere but at me, and I could see her struggling to find words.

"Uh…umm R-Rohan was calling you earlier," she finally stammered.

For a moment, all I could do was stare at her, trying to make sense of the strange ache that settled in my chest.

That's it?

That’s why she called me?

I knew it was nothing—just a stupid excuse—but hearing it still stung more than I cared to admit.

"Oh," I said, the weight of disappointment pressing down on me like a heavy stone. I tried not to show it, but I knew she saw it anyway.

"Also umm, thank you " She said hesitating but before I could respond she went away.

I groaned, I was messed up.

Flashback
The night earlier

Her hands were under my shirt, soft and cold, brushing against my skin like she belonged there.

My breath hitched, and I knew I should stop this—pull away, say something, anything.

But my hands stayed rooted to her waist, gripping her like she’d disappear if I let go.

I shouldn’t care this much. Why do I care this much?

This wasn’t about lust anymore, and that scared the hell out of me.

Her lips, her skin, everything about her was intoxicating.

It was dangerous how easily I could lose myself in her, and I hated that.

When her hand fumbled at the button of my pants, I gritted my teeth, a curse slipping under my breath.

My body responded instantly, wanting her more than anything.